The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1887-12-10

W o0ouA'C Y 1iShtAu' pOa'tiou VI pio-
tector to its weaker. II would-bc indie.
pendent. companion. Sweet was my
revenge; and yet, the revenge scarce
ly promised to be wholly p%leasurable.
My first action was to remove any
suspicion that there might be in the
mind of the mysterious third occupant
of our carriage. through the presume
ably accidental action of having
touched the lady's dress. Giving vent
to an audible yawn. as though
| had just awakened from sleep. l
remarked, in a tone of cool ir.perti-
nence: "You really must excuse me
for addressing you again, madam; but
will You permit mo to smoke, to en-
liven this tedious Journey" As !
spoke, l accompanied my words by q
meaning glance, and was favored with
the reply: Certainly, if you wish it;
] can not prevent you"
Ihereupon. l produced my pipe and
tobacco-pouch and proceeded slowly
to fill the former, as l thought out the
plan of action. On reference to my
watch. l saw that the train would stop
in another ten minutes. Clearly. the
only thing to do was to wait till we
reached Blackley, and there get as
sistance to find out who our unknown
travelling companion might be.
The longer l pondered over the
problem, the more curious for its solu-
ton did l become, and then, needless
of the warning l had received, Istruck
a match and Intentionally dropped it.
STOPPING down with II muttcred male
diction TO pick it up, I east a searching
glance underneath the opposite seat.
and then my blood raj cold. as the
faint CLEAN of the taper revealed the
back of a mans hand with the mark
of a tattooed arrow upon it. Chippy
Watson, then, was our c%ompanion-a
doomed and desperate man!
BY n mighty effort. l controlled my
voice sufficiently to say: Excuse me
reaching acros you, madam, but that
was my last match, and l could not
afford to let it 60 out"
The girl, into whose white cheeks
the color showed no trace of return.
ing, murmured some unintelligible re.
ply. and for a few moments we sat in
silence. Again looked at my watch.
Thank Heaven! in five minutes we
should be at BlackleX and the aw.
full ride would be at an end. Scarcely
had the thought formulated itself,
when the girl opposite me sprang up,
trembling like a leaf, and shrieked, ere
l could stop her: "Oh, the hand has
touched my foot again"
The moment the words left her lips
I heard q sudden movement under the
seat, and quicker than thought a figure
app cared upon the floor. In that mo.
ment I flung myself upon the rufian
and clutched his throat with the en-
ergy of despair, knowing that should
he once gain his feet, it was all over
with me, the lighter and weaker man.
Can l ever forget the horror of that
five minutes rider The whole com.
partment seemed 10 be falling upon
me. Teeth, nails, feet, all were al.
lacking mo at once; but through all l
kept my grip upon the murdcrer's
throat, and though l streamcd with
blood ,sand almost lost consciousness.
still held on, while the girls creams
rang dimly through my ears. Sud-
denly the train stopped; the struggle
ceased; and l tainted across the body
Of my captive.
When l recovered consciousness at
length, l found myself lying upon a
table in the Blackloy station waiting
room, with a sympathetic crowd
around me, and. best of all, l saw a
face bending tcnderly over mo,
the face of the girl of my dream
and my discontinue. After making
two or three efforts. l managed TO
asked: "Whcrc is WatsonP'
very nigh dead" replied a ruddy-
| lcccu luIIlct WIN SlOou ucohuC IiC.
''You three-quartcrs s%trapgled the
life out Of his ugly body; he was
black in his face when they lifted you
off him"
"Do you know that he is al escaped
wife-murdercr?' l inquired feebly.
yes. we know responded my
| honest friend.
Tho Burtown police telegraphed
| after the train to have it searched. be-
cause q man answering his descrip-
| ton had been seen in the station be-
fore it left. The polio, have got him
safe, my lad, this time. and no mis-.
take. Why, l saw him handcuffed
and his arms pinioned behind him.
and he a-lying half dead the while,
after tho throttling as You gave him.
Do my readers want to hear the rest
Of my story, now that the catastrophe
is toldp II 50, l will inform them that
Watson. on breaking loose from tho
police. after turning tho corner on
Shut Lanc-whcrc it will be remcm-
bered he disappcarcd-contrived. by